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Girod.Marlowe, a middle-aged captain with thick, curly hair, was a captain on the NYPD's patrol unit.Twenty years of street patrol plus fifteen years of administrative work overseeing street patrols had forged in him the most cautious personality. It's Monday morning, Emilia.Sachs was standing in front of Marlowe, trying to hold back the knives of arthritic pain in his knees, and stood upright at attention.This is the headquarters of the New York City Police Department, and Marlowe's office is located on a very high floor.Buried in a thick stack of files on his desk, he raised his head, and his eyes fell on the impeccably ironed navy blue uniform on Sachs.Oh, please sit down, officer.Sorry, please take a seat. This is Herman.Sachs' daughter?As she sat down, she noticed the hesitation that existed between the last two words of his sentence.

That's right. I was at the funeral. I remember. It was a grand funeral. As with all funerals. Marlowe sat up straight and looked directly at her.All right, officer, let's get down to business.What happens now is that you're in trouble.This sentence hit her like an invisible heavy punch. Excuse me, sir? A car crashed into the river in Harlem on Saturday. You are in charge of investigating the crime scene, right? The magician's Mazda, after ramming her Camaro, went into the river for a swim. Yes, I was the one doing the inspection. You arrested a person at the scene.Marlowe said.

Oh, not really an arrest.The guy crossed the cordon and wandered around the cordoned off area.I asked someone to take him out and temporarily detain him. Detention, arrest, means that he has indeed lost his freedom for a period of time. Yes.Because I want him to stay away so as not to interfere with the on-site investigation. Sachs is ready for the pressure.This kind of thing happens every day, there will always be some annoying citizens protesting and complaining to the police station, and no one will take them seriously.She felt relieved. That's right, do you know who that person is?He is Victor.Remos.

I remember, he told me. He is a congressman. The emotion that had just been relaxed suddenly disappeared without a trace. The captain of the patrol spread out a copy of the New York Daily News.Where is it, yes.He turned the newspaper over and pointed to a news item on it.It's a close-up photo of a man in handcuffs, and the caption below it reads: Vito, Intermission! Did you order the officers at the scene to arrest him? because of him Do you have an order? I think so, sir. Marlowe went further: He said he was going to the scene to search for survivors. survivor?She laughed.There was only one crappy shack of less than ten square meters. It was hit by the suspect's car that rushed into the river. Part of the wall collapsed, but

Officer, you seem a little agitated. But I think the only thing that was damaged was the large bag with the empty bottles that was torn apart.The emergency medical team had searched the shed, so I cordoned off the scene.The only living thing left to save is the flea. Uh-huh, Marlowe said quietly, already a little offended by her anger.He said he was only there to make sure everyone living there was safe. Sachs couldn't help mocking and said: The people inside came out by themselves, and no one was injured.But I do know that one guy later had an extra bruise on his face from a bruise when he was arrested.

arrest? He tried to steal a firefighter's flashlight and later urinated directly on him. OMG She said softly: No one was hurt there, they were all hard as rocks, they were all homeless, and were these the citizens Remus was worried about? The little bit of sympathy and caution on the captain's face disappeared, and the mood changed accordingly, putting on a bureaucratic mask.Did Remos destroy evidence related to the suspect at the scene? It doesn't matter if it's broken or not, sir, what matters is the rules.She tried to stay calm and suppressed her tone of voice.After all, Marlowe is her boss's boss's boss.

I'm just trying to get the facts straight, Officer Sachs.He said seriously, repeating the question just now: Did he destroy any evidence? She sighed.No. So he has absolutely no influence on the scene. I Does it matter? Yes, sir.She cleared her throat and said: We're after a police killer, Captain, don't you think it doesn't matter?she asked sharply. For me, and for many, it does.But not for Remus. She nodded.Well, what storm have I caused this time? There were many TV reporters and police officers at the scene.Did you not watch the TV news last night? No, I was busy hunting down that murderer all night, Sachs thought, but chose another answer.No, sir.

Well, let me tell you, Remus was in the headlines yesterday, and all the radio stations were showing him in handcuffs. Sachs said: You also know that the only reason he broke into the scene was to want his heroic rescue of survivors to be filmed sir, I have to wonder, does Remos want to start running again? While saying that would be enough to get you into early retirement, or never, Marlowe didn't comment. Then I will be. ? Do you mean the result of this incident?Marlowe pursed her lips.Sorry, officer, you were eliminated.Remos investigates you and finds out that you just passed the sergeant exam.He used his connections to get you dumped.

What did he do to me? You failed.He told the matter to the colleagues in charge of the examination. My grade is the third highest in the history of the police department. She smiled bitterly and said: It should be right, right? That's right, but that's for the written and oral exams, and you also have to pass the practical assessment test. I also did well on the test. Your initial grades are good, but in the final comprehensive report, you failed. Impossible, where did I go wrong? There's a police officer who sits on the exam committee and won't let you pass. don't let me pass?But my voice trailed off, and I pictured the handsome police officer coming out of the back of the dump truck with the shotgun.She ignored him completely then.

□□□ bang bang □□□ The captain of the patrol said while looking at the documents: He said that you did not show proper respect to your superiors, and also presented evidence that you completely ignored your colleagues, which led to an unusually dangerous situation. So, Remos found someone who wanted to exclude me, and used his connections to fail me.I'm sorry, Captain, but do you really think a street cop would use that term?Unusual danger?forget it? Hey, Dad, she said silently to her father in her heart, how can this kind of blow be endured?Her heart ached. Then, looking carefully at Marlowe, she said: Sir, is there anything else?There must be more than that, right?

He looked up, met her eyes, and said: Yes, officer, there are, and I'm afraid it's worse. Dad, let's see what could be worse. Remus wants you suspended. suspended?This is so funny. He's calling an inquiry. He only knows revenge. Seeing Marlowe's eyes still resting on the document with her rude attitude, she forcibly swallowed the word goddamn. Marlowe added: All I can say is he's really mad and he's going to do everything he can to get you suspended.Generally speaking, suspensions are often reserved for officers accused of crimes. Why? Marlowe didn't answer.Of course, he didn't need to answer either.Sachs was very clear: for the sake of face, Remos would find a way to prove that the police officer who made him embarrassing in public was a woman who did not listen to restraint and stabbed buildings. Another reason is that he is a villain who has a vengeance. What reason is he going to use? Disobedient, incompetent. Sir, I can't lose my badge.She said, fighting back her frustration. There's nothing I can do about your test results, Emilia.The remit rests with the exam boards and they have already made their decision.But regarding the suspension, I will try my best to prevent it, but I can't promise you.Remos is a man of means, and the whole city has his connections. One of Sachs' hands couldn't help reaching out to the scalp, and began to scratch desperately until she felt pain.She put her hand down and saw that her finger was stained with a little blood.Sir, may I speak my mind? Marlowe leaned back against the back of the chair.Of course, officer, you should understand that this made me very uncomfortable too.Speak, say what you want.Don't sit so upright, relax, this is not the army. Sachs cleared his throat.Sir, if he wants to suspend me, my first move is to call the Police Benevolent Society lawyer and I'll do everything in my power to get this thing out. She will definitely do it.But she is also very clear that fighting against grassroots police officers who have been discriminated against or suspended through the Police Charity Association is tantamount to declaring a break with the police job.Even if the struggle is won, the career will be completely deviated from it. Marlowe stared at her intently.I see, officer. This is the moment of hand-to-hand combat. Her father had this to say about the police profession: Emilia, you know: this kind of work is sometimes hectic, sometimes compromised, sometimes boring, and other times, thank God, less often, when there are moments of hand-to-hand combat.Fist to fist.All you have is loneliness and no one will help you.I don't just mean gangsters.Sometimes it's your boss, sometimes it's your boss's boss, and it might be your own peers.If you want to be a policeman, you have to be prepared to accept loneliness. It's inevitable. In any case, for now you continue to do your work. Yes, sir.When will I know the answer? One or two days. She got up and walked towards the office door.Suddenly, she stopped again, turned around and said: Sir? Marlowe looked up, seemingly surprised that she hadn't left yet.It was Remus himself who broke into the crime scene I was in charge of.Even if the person who broke in was you, the mayor, or even the president of the United States, I would deal with it the same way. That makes you worthy of being your father's daughter, Constable, and that's why he's so proud of you.Marlowe reached for the phone on the table.Hope to have good results.